When I Reincarnated I Was a Soldier?!
The Man Known as The Red Grim Reaper
02 – Blown Away
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I couldn't even remember how many orcs I cut.
The back of my head was still throbbing
The corpses of the dead Orcs and their comrades were lying on the ground.
At last, when this group of Orcs had almost been annihilated, from the very back, I saw a creature about three meters tall, It was twice the size of the Orcs so far, with a wrestler-like physique, and was holding an axe, which I wondered where he had picked up, like a lumberjack's.
"Orc King…"
Someone muttered.
"Archers! Shoot arrows at him!"
The captain of this unit shouted.
The archers hurriedly pulled out their arrows and fired.
The arrows reached the Orc King, but did not pierce him.
"Impossible! How hard is it?
Someone muttered weakly.
"Damn, it is coming! All units, attack!"
The Orc King walked towards us with slow but solid strides.
He raised his axe above his head and swung it down on a soldier's head.
The soldier received the axe with his sword.
But when the axe swung down on his head, sword and all, the soldier's head split open like a pomegranate.
From there, the sight made me question if I was in hell.
One by one, the lives of my comrades were taken away.
"The eyes! Aim at his eyes!"
At the captain's command, the archers and spearmen tried to aim for his eyes, but they couldn't strike them, because he was too tall and most importantly, he was moving.
"Is-Is there anything?"
I looked around, talking to myself, and spotted something.
An axe still held in the hand of a larger orc who had already fallen.
I rushed over, grabbed the axe, and sneaked up behind the orc.
(For heaven's sake, please don't let his Achilles tendon be too hard!)
I made a full golf swing, right at the Orc King's left ankle!
"Guaah!"
The Orc King let out his first cry of pain and dropped to the ground on his left knee!
"I did it!"
I let out a yelp in disbelief.
"Pat, run!"
Wayne shouted.
The next thing I knew, the axe that the Orc King was wielding in agony, was right in front of my flank.
(Go back! That's, impossible, I have to go forward!)
With a moment's thought, I rushed towards the Orc King.
The handle, but not the blade, of the axe dug hard into my side.
I was blown away, and my comrade's spear pierced the Orc King's eye.
I fainted.